she is learning

She is not the norm

Never was

Confused on how to be

She asks patience

Understanding

(And in falling…?

Having felled?
In some limbo?)

She is learning…

There is no norm

In a 4x mirror

She’s motley

considers herself mousey:

ash gold copper dark blonde

In a 4x mirror

brow frowning

the single silver sliver

shines bright

Murphy green gray blue eyes shift

to Temple

Part

Roots

There’s not much to run from

where she's been

Myriad paths for finding

where she's going...